Graceland 𖤓 J. Katsopolis

Knock Yourself Out

Jesse sat in the living room playing experimental tunes on his guitar. He hummed along with the tune, trying to find the perfect mix of chords for the song that he'd been writing.

Danny came downstairs, stopping in front of him, doing a spin and clearing his throat. Jesse looked up with his glasses at the end of his nose, "May I help you?

Danny smiled, waving to his outfit, "Well, Jesse, what do you think?"

Jesse quirked a brow at the towel that sat over top of Danny's shoulder, "You plan on burpin' one of the boxers?"

Danny looked down and realized that the towel was there, quickly peeling it off of his shoulder, "A good sportscaster is ready for anything."

Jesse brushed past the comment, "That's very nice. Alright, listen. I picked the perfect tune for the lyrics. Here, this is really cool."

He started singing his own personal song lyrics, when Danny cut in, "On top of Old Smokey, all covered with snow..."

Jesse's strumming slowed as he frowned up at Danny, "You realize there are only seven notes. But Beethoven was right when he said that it don't come easy."

Danny quirked a brow, "Beethoven said 'It don't come easy'?"

Jesse paused, a crooked grin on his face. "Well, he said it in German."

Joey came into the room from the side door with boxing gloves on, "Alright, Danny, I'm ready. I want you... poom! I want you... poom, poom! Second round, you're going down!" He faked a few punches at Jesse, who sat staring up at him with his fingers perched on his guitar.

Suddenly Jesse stood up threateningly, and Joey stepped back from his offense, "Sorry, I'll behave."

Jesse sat back down to strum at his guitar, and Joey reached down and swatted at the back of his head teasingly.

"You are such a baby." Jesse chided, and then he stood from his perch at the corner of the sofa and proceeded to step past Joey, only turning back momentarily to flick the blonde on the head.

Joey shook his head, "Long haired hippie punk."

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Jesse trudged his guitar upstairs, coming into the bedroom and plunking down onto the bed beside Vivian, who lay lazily with her face half-smushed into her pillow. He barely spared her downtrodden form a glance, before strumming his guitar lightly in an effort to come up with a new rhythm.

"Hey babe, can you listen to this for me? I'm thinking maybe something like..."

He strummed a few more notes, before looking back at his girlfriend.

"Hnnn..." Vivian groaned, lifting her head from her pillow and squinting at her boyfriend, "That's not bad, but it sounds a bit familiar... I can't put my finger on it..." She thought for a moment before lifting her head further, "Oh, wait! 'Blackbird singing in the dead of night...'" She hummed along to the familiar Beatles song.

Jesse groaned, falling back into the bed beside her, "Dang it! Not again. It feels like I'm never gonna come up with my own sound."

Vivian smiled apologetically at him, "Sorry, Jess."

Suddenly, her face scrunched up and she let out a large sneeze. Jesse backed his face away from hers quickly, distancing himself from the germs, "Gesundheit."

She sniffled, throwing her face back into her pillow and groaning. "I think that one of the kindergarteners might have gotten me sick. I feel like my body has been hit by a truck."

He sat up in the bed, rubbing her back as she laid miserably beside him, "Germy little buggers, I'm telling ya. The amount of times I've come by only to see a kid with their finger lodged half-way up their nose is unreal. Can I get you anything?"